Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 90

C90

Oh, I'm going crazy. I can't stop laughing.

I can't believe Isidor was the person I thought was a child.

"Pfft!"

I didn't want to disturb him, so I tried to hold it in no matter what, but that large figure of his back was so serious that I ended up bursting into laughter.

It was really out of my control.

"What?"

Isidor turned with a slightly furrowed expression as if he was offended and was surprised to see me burst into laughter.

"How long have you been there?"

"Just now, Sir Isidor, but it was so funny... so I couldn't hold it... Pfft, hahaha!"

Eventually, I couldn't hold it and burst out laughing.

He had his eyes wide open, and his emerald pupils were trembling.

Although I felt very embarrassed, it's been so long since I laughed like this, so the laughter wouldn't stop soon.

Isidor was a perfect man in many ways, so his poor piano skills, like that of a five-year-old, were truly unexpected.

No, it's an insult to five-year-olds.

I struggled to calm down, gasped for breath, and barely closed my mouth.

"I'm not laughing at your performance... I never imagined Sir Isidor would be so out of tune."

"Because it's been a long time since I played. I'm still adjusting to the score and the keyboard! You know because we danced together at the ball, right?"

He pouted slightly and spoke frankly.

"However, even if your hands are skilled on the keyboard, it doesn't seem like you have the desire to play it well."

"How well does Princess Deborah play with so much confidence?"

When I didn't stop laughing, he teased me.

"I'm ten times better than Sir Isidor."

No matter who sees it, I seem to play better than this guy.

And when I was in kindergarten, I mastered Bayer and Cherney.

"Can you prove it?"

"Yes."

I sat confidently next to him, placed my hand on the keyboard, and realized the ill effect of early education.

I only remembered one song.

"Does Princess Deborah play the piano with two fingers?"

Isidor pressed his mouth as if holding back laughter.

"First, listen. Don't make fun of it."

I started to play the march songs that I could only play without sheet music.

When I pressed the keyboard with two fingers, Isidor seemed indifferent, but then I surprised him.

"Good music can also come out that way. It's cheerful and pleasant."

He soon smiled as he recognized the wonderful march song of sticks.

"Where did you learn that song? It's fun."

When he asked me where I had learned it, I turned the words around because I felt a pang of conscience.

"Isn't it fun? Try playing it too, Sir Isidor. As you can see, it's much easier than phenomenal sheet music songs, and this song is originally played by two people."